SlikWiLL13
Well-Known Member
ive had a few requests for the long version of this story so here goes...
the first time i ate LSD i was 15 and it was 1996, my friends and i had been trying to get some for weeks and finally got some on a friday afternoon. i got 3 hits...1 1/2 for me and 1 1/2 for a friend i was to meet later. i dropped as soon the doses got delivered to my house. there is a park across from where i lived at the time and me and some friends went to chill.
we were hanging out by the tennis courts when i spotted a squad car coming down the road. i saw it come over the curb and immediatly went to run. my friends stopped me by saying that we didnt do anything. to this day i dont know why i listened to them, i would have got away through the woods and right to my house.
so some kids were smoking weed in front of some families before we got to the park, the families called the cops, the original hoodlems left, and the cops now think that we(the new hoodlums) are the first set of kids and want us to turn our pockets inside out. now i have the doses in my 5th pocket, an 1/8th in my front pocket, and heres the kicker...a butterfly knife in my back pocket.
well right about now i dont know the difference between the acid and the anxiety but hindsight tells me im starting to trip at this moment. i clumsily try to turn out my pocket so i dont expose my sack and fail miserably. at this point im searched and all my goods are found.
i totally could have gotten away.
in fucking tripping now and the cop feel he needs to bolster his phalical ego by threatening a 15 yr old kid with his own knife. flipping it around in my face saying your soposed to have a black belt to have such a weapon and other nonsence.
squad car....police station....insanity....i so could have gotten away.
from the police station we go to juvinile hall(kiddie jail) where i get scratchy clothes and my glasses taken away(i guess you can kill youself with a pair of glasses if shit gets bad enough) and informed this would be my home until monday morning when i could see a judge.
led blindly to a cell.....more phalical ego bolstering by the guards in the form of, "If you get outta line...."....the blanket is moving....walls moving....could have got away...
long weekend, i dont remember much more than that honestly. i had court and was released monday, got a kick ass lawyer, got a slap on my wrist.
the moral of the story kiddies.....
Fucking Run Goddamnit!!!!
the first time i ate LSD i was 15 and it was 1996, my friends and i had been trying to get some for weeks and finally got some on a friday afternoon. i got 3 hits...1 1/2 for me and 1 1/2 for a friend i was to meet later. i dropped as soon the doses got delivered to my house. there is a park across from where i lived at the time and me and some friends went to chill.
we were hanging out by the tennis courts when i spotted a squad car coming down the road. i saw it come over the curb and immediatly went to run. my friends stopped me by saying that we didnt do anything. to this day i dont know why i listened to them, i would have got away through the woods and right to my house.
so some kids were smoking weed in front of some families before we got to the park, the families called the cops, the original hoodlems left, and the cops now think that we(the new hoodlums) are the first set of kids and want us to turn our pockets inside out. now i have the doses in my 5th pocket, an 1/8th in my front pocket, and heres the kicker...a butterfly knife in my back pocket.
well right about now i dont know the difference between the acid and the anxiety but hindsight tells me im starting to trip at this moment. i clumsily try to turn out my pocket so i dont expose my sack and fail miserably. at this point im searched and all my goods are found.
i totally could have gotten away.
in fucking tripping now and the cop feel he needs to bolster his phalical ego by threatening a 15 yr old kid with his own knife. flipping it around in my face saying your soposed to have a black belt to have such a weapon and other nonsence.
squad car....police station....insanity....i so could have gotten away.
from the police station we go to juvinile hall(kiddie jail) where i get scratchy clothes and my glasses taken away(i guess you can kill youself with a pair of glasses if shit gets bad enough) and informed this would be my home until monday morning when i could see a judge.
led blindly to a cell.....more phalical ego bolstering by the guards in the form of, "If you get outta line...."....the blanket is moving....walls moving....could have got away...
long weekend, i dont remember much more than that honestly. i had court and was released monday, got a kick ass lawyer, got a slap on my wrist.
the moral of the story kiddies.....
Fucking Run Goddamnit!!!!
